Oikawa Toru X F! Reader - Finding You (Soulmate AU)

Oikawa Toru x F! Reader - Finding You (Soulmate AU)

Request: Hi I was wondering if I could request number 28 from the soulmate Au list ? I was wondering if you could do Shinsou or oikawa ? Maybe with a female or nonbinary reader ? Amd maybe have it be fluff that eventually turns moderetly spicy if you feel comftroable with that? If not thats ok!

I really hope I requestes this correctly if not I’m so sorry !

Thank you so much for taking your time to read this ! Have an amazing day! And please drink some water !!

@moonstone777​​

My List of Soulmate AUs

TW: Fluff and Suggestive content

It was your 5th birthday when your spirit creature appeared.

You’d been awoken by movement coming from next to you in your bed. Your eyes fluttered open, gradually adjusting to the light coming in from your window.

Then, you heard shuffling coming from under the covers next to your head. You pulled back the blanket, and had to hold in your squeal from the absolute cuteness before you.

There, curled up in a ball, was an adorable little…thing. It shifted when you moved the covers, and it blinked open it’s eyes, looking at you with pure curiosity.

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Helpless

Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): NSFW. Quickie. Anxiety.

Authors Note: Reposted.

You’d always known your soulmate, in a weird sort of way.

The two of you were on opposite sides of the globe, casually doodling patterns across each other's skin while the other slept. It had become painfully clear in childhood that the two of you didn't speak the same language; with the help of your mother, you’d figured out that it was Japanese at least.

Unfortunately, you’d lived in a poor, rural part of america, so finding the money or place to study the language had been something far beyond what your family could do at the time.

No, it wasn’t until you had gotten a sports scholarship to college that you’d managed to slip it into your curriculum. Needless to say, the thought of finally managing a conversation with your other half, after many years of speaking almost exclusively in doodles and broken English, made your heart swell uncomfortably in your chest.

Even better, you finally knew his name. Well, how to say it.

You’d memorized the kanji years ago, despite having no idea what it meant; you’d been a bit overeager to finally hear it spoken aloud and ambushed your professor on the first day of class. He’d been amused when explaining the details to you, and thus, the first thing you’d learned to say in proper Japanese was Kozume Kenma.

Kenma! You’d written it on your wrist, hoping to garner the man's attention since you’d figured out that he was a bit of a night owl; sure enough, a small smiley face appeared beside it to indicate you had his attention.

With the help of your Japanese teacher, you managed to write your phone number on your forearm; the little :O Kenma doodled in response before your phone pinged with a laughing emoji made your heart flutter. Your elderly professor patted your shoulder before heading to the front of the class to begin his lecture, and you added your soulmate to your contacts.

* * *

“Y/N--” His sentence came out a bit too quick for you to effectively translate and you felt a pout forming on your face as you tried to keep up. Seeming to realize the issue at your prolonged silence, you heard Kenma laugh softly before saying, in english:

“It is nice to hear you.” Melting, you murmured your agreement; with that, he went back to speaking in Japanese and you just listened to the sound of his voice, flopping backwards in bed with a beaming smile on your face.

* * *

“Do you work?” You’d gotten better at understanding him over a months worth of classes, but Kenma was kind enough to use English as often as he could. Apparently he’d had mandatory English during school, but he’d been a lazy student, and after years of being out of high school, he’d gotten rusty with what he did know.

“At the University Library, yeah! My housing is covered on my scholarship, though, so it’s primarily for groceries and stuff.” You could hear the sound of gunshots in the background and realized he was playing video games while the two of you talked; with a grin, you shifted the topic to him and found yourself delighted when he went off on a small tangent about the latest feature of his current favorite game.

You’d never really been interested in video games, but anything that got your normally soft-spoken soulmate to ramble automatically got a thumbs up in your book.

* * *

“Come see me.” You choked on your water as you crossed campus; the sound of his sleepy voice making you shiver pleasantly despite nearly coughing up your lungs.

“I can’t afford that.” You’d laughed after a moment, and his husky chuckle had you pausing to lean against the nearest brick wall.

“I’ll pay for it.”

“Thats, like, a thousand dollars minimum, a-and I don’t even have a passport; I couldn’t just--”

“Y/N,” Firmly, he interrupted your polite denial. “I can afford it. Let me do this, please.” Clearing your throat, you promised to think about it before using your next class as an excuse to escape the weird tension that had formed; as you hung up your phone, you willed the butterflies in your stomach to still.

You also started checking your schedule for next quarter and the details of your scholarship in the hopes you could take some time to leave the country; tentatively, you sent him the details on a flight that would work that evening as you settled in to sleep.

* * *

After jumping through about a million different hoops, you managed to get your passport; Kenma bought your ticket for the upcoming winter break, and since you'd never seen snow, your other half insisted he'd take you further north than Tokyo.

"You'll love it." He promised, all eager whispers and quiet laughter. The end of the quarter seemed to drag on, after that, and the closer your flight came the more anxious you got.

What if he didn't like you? Or, worse, found you unattractive? Sure, you guys had sent selfies and done the occasional facetime, but you'd learned the moment you got a cellphone what angles worked best to make you look more appealing and now it was second nature. Was that cat-fishing? Were you cat-fishing your soulmate?

You tried not to overthink it.

* * *

After a miserably long red-eye flight, you landed in Japan.

You weren't entirely positive what half the signs said, but with the help of google and a phone call to Kenma, you managed well enough.

Don't puke, don't puke, don't puke--

You were literally trembling when you made your way towards the exit, scanning the crowd subtly for any sign of your soulmate. One hand gripping your suitcase hard enough you were positive the cheap plastic was seconds from snapping as the other pressed your phone to your ear.

You saw him before he saw you, and the world seemed to move in slow motion.

"Oh no you're gorgeous." You hadn't meant to say it aloud, but watching the confused -- and then surprised -- expression flit across his face before he began searching for you more avidly made you smile a bit.

When his gaze met yours from across the room, you were suddenly way too hot and very much regretting the black hoodie you'd thrown on; his sly little grin as he approached, hanging up the phone call, kept you frozen in place.

"Thank you." He murmured, smiling a bit gentler as it became clear you were too flustered to formulate an appropriate response.

"You're pretty cute, too." The compliment made you let out an undignified squeak before you cleared your throat and tucked your phone into your pocket, debating what kind of greeting would be appropriate. Should you hug? Shake hands? Oh God why was this so awkward?

Making the decision for you, Kenma wrapped his arms around your shoulders, tugging you against his chest with a small, contented sigh. You promptly returned the gesture, clinging to him a bit as your nerves slowly began to settle.

"C'mon, we can grab some takeout on the way home." He yawned and turned to lead the way; you murmured your agreement and followed obediently.

* * *

You kissed him.

To be honest, you didn't mean to, but he was pulling his hair out of that messy bun he'd worn and for some reason he just-- looked so good right then and he was right in front of you. When you pulled away, wide eyed at your own audacity -- what if he was, like, ace or something, and you'd just seriously overstepped? It wasn't like you guys had really talked about such things -- you could have sworn you heard him mumble "thank god" in his native tongue before he tugged you forward into another kiss.

The needy whimper you let out as he rolled you onto your back -- one arm bracing him over you on the couch as the other slid underneath your shirt, fingers ghosting across your heated skin -- was a bit embarrassing, but he just smiled against your lips.

"My pretty little soulmate." Kenma teased, bumping his forehead to yours; you curled your arms around his shoulders as he stared down into your eyes.

"Yours." His golden eyes widened at the soft affirmation, letting out a breathless laugh of surprise.

"Always yours." The promise seemed to cut whatever thread was holding him back; with trembling, hurried hands both of your clothes were discarded blindly. Your kisses became feral -- a clash of teeth and tongue and need -- and he let out a soft hiss when you shifted to mark up his pretty neck.

Honestly, you were pretty sure that your underwear was literally shredded as he sought out your soaking core. He didn't bother prepping you after a quick swipe of his fingers revealed that you were just as eager as he was; as he slowly sank himself into you, he murmured soft praises, one hand coming up to caress your cheek gently.

Kenma kissed you as you began squirming at the stretch, brushing the moisture that had gathered in the corners of your eyes away with slender fingers.

"Beautiful-- so fucking perfect--" He groaned, finally settling all the way inside you; your nails dug into his shoulders when he grinded against your fluttering walls.

"I love you." You mewled and he stiffened in surprise before melting against you, arms looping beneath you to press the two of you impossibly closer as he slowly began thrusting into your heat.

"I love you too, Y/N." His chuckle against your ear -- in addition to the abrupt change in tempo as he began to piston in and out of you, somehow managing to brush against you in just the right way to have sparks dancing over your vision -- was enough to send you over the edge in a matter of minutes.

Kenma cursed softly as your body clamped down on his cock, a quiet whine passing his lips as he chased his own high; when he pulled out and finished on your stomach, the two of you collapsed together in a mess of tangled limbs.

"That… wasn't how I planned on doing this the first time." He admitted, almost shyly, and you laughed.

"Oh, you mean a quickie on the couch?" At your teasing he groaned and rolled off of you, tugging you up with him.

"Let's go shower off so we can do it right." At that, you outright cackled, letting him tug you along to the bathroom with a blush.

Mine Now

Haikyuu - Suna Rintaro

Imagine when y/n was taking a nap during their lunch break and someone kept playing with her hands, not allowing her to sleep peacefully. Thinking it was one of her friends fooling around with her, she would just grab the hand and fall asleep.

After few minutes, she will be woken up by the bell ringing, indicating the end of lunch. When she opened her eyes, her eyes almost popped out from shock at who she was holding hands with as she felt heat flooding all over her face.

Suna Rintaro

He was playing on his phone while letting his left hand on y/n's grip. While y/n was frozen on the spot, Suna put his phone away and smiled at her. "Did you sleep well?"

Y/n couldn't find her voice, so she just nodded her head as she quickly let go of his hand. The moment she did so, Suna looked like he missed the feeling of her hands already. But he continued to smile as he fixed her messy hair, causing y/n's face to redden into a further shade of red. Suna smirked at her expression before going back to his seat, leaving y/n all flustered. When her seatmate saw her face, she asked if she was alright that all she could do was nod her head.

Ever since that incident, y/n couldn't help but get conscious of Suna that she kept glancing at him. At one point, her eyes met with Suna's that she jumped slightly as her eyes widened. Suna smirked at her and mouthed, 'Cute.' Her face turned red once again and she unconsciously slammed her head on her desk, creating a loud sound.

"Are you okay, y/n?" When her teacher asked, y/n franticly apologized, so the teacher just nodded his head before going back to the topic. Y/n sighed in relief before glancing at Suna once again and saw him chuckling silently.

When school has ended, y/n tried to leave the classroom in haste, but her wrist got caught by Suna. "Why are you in a rush?"

Y/n quickly thought of an excuse. "U-Uh... I just wanted to go home..."

"Can I walk you home?"

"V-Volleyball! Do you not have volleyball?" Y/n quickly remembered that he was part of a volleyball club.

"We don't have practice today," Suna smiled. "So I can walk you home then?"

From the sight of his smile, she nodded her head unconsciously that they ended up walking home together. Throughout their way home, there were no words being exchanged between them. But y/n glanced at him time to time wondering what might he want from her.

They continued to walk in silence until Suna held her hand. Y/n flinched in shock and looked at him with wide eyes. Suna had a smile that could make anyone fall in love with him as he said, "I just missed the feeling of your hand."

Her face doesn't seem to have time to calm down as her face was red as a tomato for the countless of time today. "B-But..."

"Do you not like it?" Suna asked with a slight tilt of his head that y/n shook her head timidly. "Then you like me?"

Y/n became flustered as she stared at Suna, trying to process his words. "Wh-Wha...?" When Suna continued to look at her with a smile, she nodded her head as she avoided eye contact with him.

At her nod, Suna tightened his grip. "I like you, too, so you are mine now right?"

Glitched

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Premise: Rintarou unexpectedly meets the girl of his dreams through an online game and he does his best to find this mysterious girl in the real world and keep her for good.

Word Count: 3101

Chapter 2: Help!

After an agonizing first period, Kageyama finally had a moment to think about what Miya-san asked him this morning, his class aircon was having a bad day causing everyone in it to feel even more lethargic but he was pretty sure that he’s never heard your name before, then again, he doesn’t care much about people, for all he knows you could be in his class. So he decided to ask Hinata, he surely knows more people, it’s not like he owes anything to Inarizaki’s setter but it’s always good to have someone of his status owe you something. ¨Hey idiot, do you by any chance know someone called (Y/N)?¨ he asked his teammate while putting some change into his vending machine of preference, looking for a very much needed doze of milk. ¨Hmm…can’t say I do. Why, is she pretty? Did she confess to you or something?¨ Kageyama grimaced down at him, not believing his ears, ¨Thankfully, that’s not it. The Inarizaki team was looking for her, so Miya-san sent me a message, was hoping you could help since I’m no good with this kind of stuff.¨ Hinata nodded, crossing his arms, agreeing completely to such statement. ¨I'll ask in the group chat I’m a part of. If she has anything to do with volleyball in this prefecture someone there is bound to know her.¨ Kageyama gave him an appreciative wave and walked in the opposite direction looking for a shaded place to enjoy his very much needed treat and its hydration.

Hinata pulled his phone out and asked in his group chat if anyone knew who the mysterious girl could be. This chat had people from Date Tech, Seijoh and Shiratorizawa, someone had to know who you were. Due to the timing, they were all mostly in class and not looking at their phones, so he puts his back in his pocket and ran towards the cafeteria hoping they still had some sandwiches left.

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Osamu could feel Suna’s eyes on the back of his neck during the entire morning, it was annoying him so much that he was about to stuff a sock in their teacher’s mouth just so he could get up and say something to his classmate.

When the lunch break came around, he was up in a second, slamming his hands on Suna’s desk, ¨What? What is it? Why did you keep staring at me all morning?¨he was snarling down at the middle blocker, towering over him with pent up stress, he didn’t do anything to get on his nerves, not that he was aware of at least. ¨Did Atsumu send you a message?¨ he tilted his head to the side in confusion, ¨Why would he send me a message, we live together.¨ Suna heaved a deep sigh, checking his own phone for the tenth time in the last thirty minutes, ¨I just thought he could have sent you one, that’s all.¨ Samu considers himself a very patient man, but his teammates can sometimes get in his bad side. Did he not trust him? Since when is he closer to Atsumu than he is with him? What was he not telling him? ¨Care to tell me what’s going on?¨ Suna actually wanted to get up and go look for his twin instead, but he complied, maybe he could help him more than his brother, ¨So I’m trying to look for someone who lives in Miyagi. That’s why I begged Atsumu to ask the Karasuno setter if he knew about her, that’s all. I guess I was just expecting to hear more from them sooner.¨ he was about to get up when Osamu held him back down, ¨Do you know anything else about her? We could try looking her up in social media. It’ll be tough for someone like Karasuno’s setter to even know a girl unless they’re like classmates, I’d say it’s better to dig somewhere else.¨ he had never seen Suna’s eyes completely open up until this day, did he really not think about that? ¨Well, unfortunately I don’t know much, but I will try that, thanks. I’ll let you know if I need more help.” he smiled up at Samu in appreciation, this being the second time of the day a Miya ended up breathless taken back by his little smile.

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You were doing your fair amount of research on your own during the weekend, but you were unable to find any Rintarou tagged in the volleyball team from your school’s account. You were hoping to see pictures of the teams they played against but they don’t seem to like that concept. All you knew about him was his name and that he played volleyball probably in high school, not much to go around so you were quickly loosing hope of ever finding the guy who stole your heart last Friday. If only you weren’t so shy, and had just asked him for his number.

Your last hope was asking the boys directly. You weren’t what you would consider a social butterfly, so having to talk to people you don’t know was a bit daunting. Thankfully, on your stalking attempts from the past weekend you saw one of your classmates in the team pictures, you didn’t even know he was part of the volleyball team but you thought he should be a safe bet, never talked to him before though, barely even knew his name. 

You made your way to the back of the class where he usually was, it was lunch time and he was talking with that scary looking friend of his. Judging people based on looks isn’t your thing, but you could agree with the fact that he was a bit scary. A few steps away from him your hands started to sweat and you felt a bit dizzy, but there was no going back down now, you had to at least try to find him.¨Nishinoya-kun, can I ask you something?¨ he was staring up at your beautiful delicate face, cheeks red like apples, your eyes looking anywhere but his face. Was one of the cutest girls in his class about to confess to him? Could this be possible or was he just dreaming as usual? ¨Sure, come, sit here. Sorry, he is a bit stunned right now. Not used to pretty girls talking to him.¨ his friend pulled a chair for you to sit with them, smiling softly at you. He wasn’t that scary now that you had him up close. You appreciated his comforting actions, he gave you the courage you needed to proceed. Smiling at him you sat down on the offered chair.¨Thank you. Do you guys by any chance know anyone called Rintarou? He should be in a school volleyball team. I know you guys have been to many important matches with teams across the country, so I thought maybe you can help me.¨ Ryu was feeling an immense amount of pride in his heart, so pretty girls know about their accomplishments now? What’s next, magazine covers? ¨Um, sure we can help. Sorry, Rintarou you said? Do you know which school he goes to?¨ of course it was too good to be true, girls like you don’t just talk to him, but hey, who knows maybe if he helps you, you’d fall for him, he wasn’t going to lose hope just yet. ¨I don’t know…¨ you sighed looking down at your hands over your lap, ¨He has the cutest little accent though, so probably from the west side of the country?¨ none of them could think of anyone named Rintarou, this would be difficult.

Tsukishima was looking for his upperclassmen, his underwear went missing from his gym bag again for the third time this month, a superman printed pair of boxers replacing it and he just knew who they belonged to. ¨Tanaka-san, did you take my underwear again? I swear if I see yours in my bag once more-¨ he stops mid-sentence when he finds the target of his outraged speech sitting with a very heartbroken looking girl, talk about horribly bad timing. ¨YES! I realized they were missing when I got home, you seriously need to see the beauty of life, Tsukishima, all your boxers are gray.¨ their bickering made you chuckle, bringing you back to their attention. ¨Hey, Tsukishima. Do you know anyone named Rintarou?¨ that was such a random question, it made him think, ¨Anyone named Rintarou? Can you be more specific? I’m pretty sure we all know one or two Rintarous¨ you got up from your chair, holding his hand with both of yours, eyes screaming for help, ¨He plays volleyball and has a cute accent!¨ Tsuki had his eyes on your joint hands, suddenly forgetting how to breathe but carefully listening to you, ¨Ugh you mean Suna then?¨ the wide smile on your face was causing his brain to seize functioning, since when was there such a cute girl in this school? He seriously needs to stop hanging out with Yamaguchi, he eats up all his free time.

Both of his teammates were staring at him confused, not recognizing the name mentioned, ¨You know, Inarizaki’s middle blocker? Suna Rintarou?¨ they gasped in unison, ¨Wait, wait, the scary looking dude or the one with the cool technique?¨ you were on your toes now, hoping to get as much information as possible, you knew the possibility of it actually being who you were looking for was pretty slim, but this was your only lead, ¨The cool one. His team represented Hyogo, I would say he had an accent, not sure if a cute one, but yeah not as heavy as the rest of his team.¨ your head was spinning with joy, not thinking clearly you hugged Tsukishima as tight as you could and squealed on his chest. ¨And that’s how you loose a woman, Noya-san.¨ the evil smirk in Tuski’s face was priceless, but there was no time for this, you looked up at him, not letting go of him just yet, ¨Do you…have his number?¨ the sparkles in your eyes were entrancing him to fall into the valley of the dead, but he had to hold his ground, ¨I do not. But maybe Kageyama can help you with that, he knows someone from his team.¨ you had no idea who this Kageyama was but you made Tsuki promise he would take you to him after practice.

In reality, all he could hear was that he would meet you after practice, not the purpose of it, but who cares really, that just meant he would get to see you again, without the rest of the team getting in the way. Hopefully it wasn’t Suna the one you were looking for and he could be there for you when disappointment hit, not the ideal way of getting a girlfriend but your warmth was all he could think about while he waited for the second period to be over.

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Hinata pulled his phone out while walking over to the gym for practice, that’s when he noticed the group chat he had asked for help was going crazy with notifications.

Koganegawa met someone named (Y/N) at a Nekoma game once, he was fairly certain that she was a Kenma fan, so Hinata decided to add him to the chat, clueless little Kenma didn’t know the name of any of his regular adoring fans, making everyone in the group chat send sighing stickers at the same time. “I do know a (Y/N), though. From this community of gamers I’m a part of. She’s very nice, we switch dlc’s all the time, I even have her number.” but Hinata dismissed him quickly saying they weren’t looking for a gamer girl but someone invested in volleyball. To this since Kenma wasn’t much of a help, he added Yaku to the group and left the chat.

Unfortunately Yaku didn’t know any Kenma fan of that name but apparently, Goshiki’s cousin’s best friend was called (Y/N), ¨But Hinata-kun, she goes to your school, no? My cousin is a second year, wait I’m going to send you a picture of her so you can tell me if we are talking about the same person, let me stalk my cousin’s account.¨ he went into the lockers room, getting ready for practice while he waited for the promised picture.

When he finally saw it Hinata screamed so loud, everyone out in the gym could hear him, ¨KAGEYAMA!!!¨ he forwarded the picture over to his teammate, nearly jumping on him, ¨Why didn’t you tell me it was (L/N)-senpai!!??¨ Kageyama stares at the picture of you, Goshiki had cropped the rest of the picture to get you to stand out. He was seemingly lost, he kind of thinks he’s seen you around but isn’t sure, ¨Sorry, who?¨ Hinata facepalmed himself plopping onto the floor in annoyance at his clueless teammate, ¨The girl you were looking for! You know (L/N)-senpai? The pretty second year girl that helped us with geometry that one time in the library?¨ realization finally reaches Kageyama, memories flooding his head, ¨OH, I know. So her name is (Y/N)? I didn't know that. Let me send the picture to Miya-san to see if that’s who they’re looking for.¨

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Atsumu was about to go into practice mode, stuffing his uniform into his locker when his phone beeped, he was going to ignore it and check it later but Suna’s miserable looking expression made him think about it twice, with a long sigh he unlocked his phone, ¨Wow, no wonder you were so depressed. If this isn’t who you are looking for maybe I should visit Tobio-kun more often.¨ Suna was on him within seconds, snatching his phone away, he didn’t know how you looked like, how was a picture going to do any good? But damn, the girl was definitely his type. ¨Is it her?¨ Atsumu was trying to retrieve his phone, secretly hoping he would say no, ¨I don’t know what she looks like…..WAIT¨ he grabbed the phone once more, zooming onto the school bag you were wearing on the picture, ¨That is one of those hell rabbits from the game we were playing! It's got to be her!¨ Atsumu got his phone back, looking at the bunny charm hanging from your bag, ¨Everybody plays this game, Suna. If you don’t know how she looks like, how were you planning to find her? This is absurd.¨ he stashed the phone away in his locker and went out to the gym. ¨Common man, ask him for her number! If it isn’t my (Y/N) then you could just talk to her yourself, she’s pretty cute.¨ didn’t sound like a bad plan, ¨Kay, lets do it after practice.¨ 

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It was dark outside but you were sweating, Summer was on its peak now and you really wished you were home right now laying half naked in bed and eating some ice cream, but you were on a mission.

A cute looking freckled boy came out of the gym and you startled him by jumping in front of him without notice, earning a cute lil squeak from him, ¨Sorry, did I scare you? Do you happen to know someone called Tsukishima? He is very tall and blonde. I’m supposed to meet him after practice.¨ you gave him a shy looking smile, a little blush painting your cheeks at the intensity of Yamaguchi’s stare, ¨I-I yes, I do know him. Wait here, I’ll call him over.¨ he ran back inside the gym leaving a dust cloud behind. ¨TSUKKKKKIIIIIIII¨ a ball nearly hits Tsukishima on the face, his outburst causing him to lose concentration. ¨Can’t you see I’m still busy?¨ he growled at his friend, what if he gets hit? He needs to stop screaming like a maniac. ¨There’s like the prettiest girl in the universe waiting for you outside, I’m positive practice can wait.¨ Tanaka stops what he’s doing, knowing exactly what that was about. ¨Oh yeah, she’s actually looking for Kageyama though, Tsukishima was just trying to get more time with her.¨ he was now elbowing Tsukishima on the ribs, trying to embarrass him. ¨Looking for me? A girl? What for?¨ Yamaguchi ran back outside and brought you with him, gently holding your wrist like if you were made out of rice paper, ¨OH it's (L/N)-senpai! We were talking about you earlier, we realized we didn’t know your first name. Wait you did say something about liking games before… do you know any Kenma?¨ Kageyama covered his mouth with the palm of his hand trying to quiet down the little beast, but he kicked Kageyama on the sheen, making you giggle. ¨Did you need me for something, senpai?¨ he was rubbing his leg, looking up at you and he just looked like an adorable wounded puppy, you didn’t know your volleyball team was so much fun to be around, ¨Ehm, Tsukisima-kun told me you know someone from Inarizaki. I was wondering if-¨ Kageyama got up in seconds, analyzing your face up close, ¨So you are the (Y/N) Miya-san was looking for.¨ you blinked at him a few times.

¨Miya-san?¨ Hinata was about to start raving about who he was and how was it possible that you didn’t know who he was, he was basically an idol. ¨Yeah, Inarizaki’s setter, he asked me if I knew any (Y/N) but didn’t say why. Come with me, let’s just call him and get this over with.¨ 

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Practice was over for Inarizaki, they were all walking out of the gym, when Atsumu’s phone rang, ¨Oh Tobio-kun! I was about to text you!¨ Suna stopped walking, pressing his ear to the other side of the phone, earning a stomp on his foot from the setter. "I have a (Y/N) here with me, the one I sent you the picture of earlier, care to confirm if it’s the one you need?¨ Suna was making signals with his hands, instructing Atsumu to put it on speaker, he couldn’t hear anything and it was driving him crazy, ¨Well we don’t know much about her but yeah, if you could put her on the line, would be appreciated.¨ 

Kageyama handed you his phone and you took it with a trembling hand, your heart was about to burst and your voice sounded shaky, almost like a squeaky little mouse, ¨Miya-san?¨ his heart exploded, what is it with this girl, why was she so damn cute??? But his heart wasn’t the only one who was having a hard time, Suna grabbed the phone away, almost yelling at it, ¨(Y/N)??? Are you my (Y/N)?? How do you kill a flying slime?¨ you chuckled, tears threatening to go out, ¨You shoot them with the pink arrows, Mr.sausage.¨ he was losing it, he could literally feel how fast his heart was beating, on his brain, even on his nails, he found you, he freaking found you, ¨Oh my god, (Y/N) this stupid game, I swear I will find their building and burn it to the ground.¨ you were now sitting on a bench, kicking a little stone around with your feet and smiling widely with Kageyama’s phone pressed to your ear, ¨Tell me about it! I didn’t know what to do so I asked my volleyball team for help, one of them told me that a Miya-san was also looking for me, were you…¨ you didn’t want to jump to conclusions but it did sound like he was also looking for you, ¨I was yes, I tried so hard to find you but I know nothing about you, we need to change that right now. Give me your number.¨ he pulled out his phone, creating a new contact and adding your information, ¨There, I sent you a text, save mine. Is it ok if I call you when I get home?¨ you looked down at your phone and saw a cat sticker blowing a kiss and your heart just couldn’t take it anymore, happy tears were rolling down your face and you replied sniffling, ¨Yeah, please do.¨ 

Were you crying? He didn’t know how to deal with that kind of situation it’s one of the reasons why he avoids girls, ¨Don’t cry, I'm too far away to hold you. Save them for the weekend, I’m jumping on the first train to you on Saturday.¨ you just nodded, brushing the tears away from your face, ¨You better…¨

The rest of the Karasuno team were all staring at you, some with dreamy eyes, some with disappointment painting their features and Kageyama, well, he was just hoping his phone wasn’t covered in snot. You ended up making new friends and finding the guy who made you go out of your comfort zone more than once just to hear his voice once more.

Thanking Kageyama you gave him back his phone and went over to Tsuki to give him a warm hug of appreciation, even if thanks to Miya-San’s efforts he would have find you at some point, you were just so grateful that Tsukishima was there for you, that he took your concerns seriously and found who you were looking for. His chest felt tight as you held him closely, his reckless wishes taking a hold of his body, making him wrap both of his arms around you possessively, startling you and his team. “Is it ok for me to have your number too?” he was mumbling against your hair. You were in such a great mood and having someone hold you after crying just made you feel so full, of course you complied exchanging numbers, always happy to make new friends. But that was way off from the blond’s true motives. Suna might be cool and all, but he lived miles away from you, way across the country, he can wait as long as you needed to figure out this wouldn’t work and the one by your side when you do so, will be him.

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[Baby Fever] ft. Ushijima Wakatoshi

wc: 400

noos's notes: thinking about making a Baby Fever series! this is Ushijima's version of this

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You’re standing outside the gym where the Olympics team is practicing when you see Iwaizumi walk by, hand in hand with a clumsily waddling toddler. Iwaizumi nods at you and the toddler waves a chubby arm at you. You giggle and wave back. 

“Did you want to wait inside?” Iwaizumi asks. 

You’re about to decline when the toddler tugs on your fingers. 

“Come in?” he asks. 

You agree, letting him lead you by his grip around your ring finger and pinky. Inside the gym, Iwaizumi asks you to watch his son as he finishes up with the team. The child quickly settles into your lap, his babbling trailing off as he dozes away. You’re fiddling with a loose thread in his little sweater when Wakatoshi comes up behind you, freshly showered. He greets you with a brief kiss on the head and sits quietly next to you when he sees the sleeping kid in your arms. 

“Who’s this?” 

“Iwaizumi’s son,” you respond distractedly.

Ushijima stares intently at you as you gently rock the small child in your arms. He continues to watch in silence as you double-knot his shoelaces, straighten the sleeves on his sweater, and swat away the drool at the corner of his open mouth. He notices when you laugh quietly the his little snores.

His eyes are still on you when you finally look up at him. 

“What.” you laugh. “What are you looking at?” 

Before he can answer, Iwaizumi comes to relieve you of childcare duties. He thanks you and you assure him that his son was wonderful. 

“You’re in a good mood,” he states. 

You only smile at him, swinging your clasped hands in wide arcs and skipping a bit. 

Later that night, with your back nestled into his broad chest, he rubs a warm, large palm on your tummy. The gesture is innocent and gentle, but the circles get slowly wider. 

“You like kids, huh?” As he talks, the palm slides up to cup your breasts. 

“Is that what this is about?” 

“What do you think,” he asks, hands not stopping. “About having kids.” 

You push him onto his back and roll on top of his chest, eye to eye with him. He gazes at you lovingly and you’ll never get tired of it. 

“I want a girl,” you say. “I really want to see your big muscly arms holding a pink blanket with our little daughter in it.”

He gives you a confused look, “if that’s what you want.” 

He flips the two of you over, hands back on your body. 

“What are you doing!” you laugh. 

“Starting now,” he says simply, as his hands continue their trail down your body.

WARM CONVERSATION (suna x reader)

cw: breakup heavy, light mentions of reader going through it, angst to fluff i promise!!!! best friend osamu <3 kinda long im sorry, titled from sad beautiful tragic by taylor swift because what else would it be  

You should’ve known he’d come over. Should’ve expected it the moment you sent the text turning down his offer disguised as a reminder. 

A sick part of you almost wants to laugh as you reread the texts on the phone in hand. 

From: Osamu

ur coming with me to atsumu’s stupid thing tonight, right?

To: Osamu

absolutely not 

Not even twenty minutes later (which is impressive, considering Osamu lives at least thirty away from your apartment), an abrasive knock is on your door and you don’t even need to check the peephole to see who waits on the other side. 

The moment you open the door with unimpressed eyes, Osamu is opening his mouth to complain. 

“You’re shitting me, right?” 

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